The Penn's Grove record., 1887-08-20

but there IS a look in her eye which
makes me feel funny.n
HELL tame her before long," n
swered Arthur with a knowing shake
of the head. 'iShe'Il have to knock
under the same rs the rest of us. l
wonder IL he'll let me go out on the
common tonight The boys are get
ting up a baseball match. Tom Jones
was here this morning, and made nae
promise I'd come. Tie Skln1ints are
going to play against the l~ronsides, but
I'll bet on the"
"You needn't bet at all, interrupted
Rosa Belle, tying on her apron and
bustling about the poorly spread table
in the room adjoining. "This is
fathers wedding day, and it isn't at
all likely he'll let you 20 of. Come,
Kathie, peel those potatoes for me
Then set the chars up, and tell the
folks dinner is ready. l wish L had
something better to offer her," she
added, looking ruefully at the platter
of fried pork in the centre OF the table,
banked on either side by a dish of
apple-sauce and q huge loaf OF wheat
bread.
81 wish we had silver forks and glass
goblets like Hattie Andrews folks"
said Kathie, hurriedly removing their
ugly brown jackets, and tumbling them
into the blue earthen dish which Lettie
brought from the closet.
"Well, II Mrs. Hunter is as hungry
as l am, she won't think of anything
but her dinner" exclaimed Arthur,
bringing up the chairs with a good deal
of noise. THAT app~le-sauce is scorched,
Rosa Belle; i smell it. Father won't
relish that"
"Well, 1 can't help it," answered
the girl n a discouraged tone. "He
needn't have sent Martha OF just at
this time"
''It's all right, DEAR" said a pleasant
voice behind her, and Orphies slipped
into her seat the head of the table. She
had changed her wedding dress for a
simple calico, and a white apron was
tied about her trim waist. martha
was getting old, Rosa Belle. We want
a younger maid-of-all-work. Never
mind the forks, Kathie; l have some
better ones in my trunk. Hector, 1t
strikes me this dining-room is rather
SMALL looking about the dingy, poorly
furnished apartment. "Can't it be en-
larged in any way2 You must see
Durham about it at once, as it must be
attended to before warm weather sets
In. Dog-days are SO trying In Hills
wood"
"My dear Orphies''-Mr. Hunter
turned two severe eyes on the dimpled
face opposite-'.it would cost a mint
of money to enlarge this ROOM"
mot so very much," said Orphies,
composedly. "We had ours done at
home. l think papa said the cost was
only n hundred and fifty dollars"
SONY one hundred and fifty d~ollarsl'
cried Mr.. Hunter, staring at his young
wife as if he thought her crazy. "Why,
my dear Orphies, you speak as If money
grew on bushes, and could be picked as
easily as berries. Besides, 1 O. heard
the first Mrs. Hunter complain that
this room wa close"
s'Poor thingl" SAID Orphies, pityingly,
''perhaps she didn't dare to. What
were you saying, Arthur A base ball
match OH the commonp Why. that's
delightful Don't stay at home on my
account, / beg of you. Go and enjoy
yourself while you can. Were / a boy
I'd go with you. AS it is, / will sit by
the window with papa and watch the
game. Oh, Hector, / forgot to tell
you'll Florence Freeman was married
yesterday. and who do you think the
bridegroom was? Oh you would v
guess, SO / might as well tell you. 1t
was Percy Whitman, and such a display
as was made. Not at all like u hum
BILE union"
"Why didn't you take him, then?"
growled Mr.. Hunter, whose feelings
were somewhat ''rlled" by the proposed
change In his house. "He wanted you
at one time, didn't hep"
Orphies laughed gleefully.
IL didn't want him." she said. 81
had rather have you than a dozen
Percy Whltmans."
And then, springing up, she threw
her arms around her husbands neck,
greatly to the chil1ren's establishment,
and, if the truth be told, to his own as
we'll.
I'VE will need some wood for the
morning, Hector" said Orphies that
night, as her husband was preparing to
exchange his boots for the comfortable
slippers he had commanded Kathie to
bring him.
She had found so much to do, and
had entered 30 heartily into the duties
awaiting her. that her wedding-day had
passed very much the same es those
spent under her fathers roof.
Father never chops the wood"
ventured Rosa Belle, seeing the look of
surprise on her parents face. "Mamma
always did it. and when she died, l
looked out for the k~indllngs."
Orphies gave the batch of dough she
was kneading a vigorous turn.
THAT isn't a woman's work." she
said, with a determined shake of her
head. "Come, Arthur, help papa in
with the wood. please, and then WI
will hear all about the base ball match.
Hurry, Hector, dear. No, mol Arthur
isn't strong enough to cut those great
logs. That is your work. He will
bring it In as fast as you get it ready,
and baby and / will come and see that
you do 1t properly"
Catching the little one in the round,
white arms bare to the elbow, and dot
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flour, Orphies danced out into the
wood shed, followed by the grumbllng
Hector and the amused children.
didn't | tell you father had found
his match?" whispered Rosa Belle over
the basket she was helping her brother
to fill. He never did this in his life.
and yet he doesn't say a word. I'm
glad she's come"
IF she keeps on as she has begun,
III stand a chance Of getting out to
play once In q whlle," answered doubt
ing Arthur. 81 had just a jolly good
time this afternoon, thanks to her, and
IL / never get another l can look back
on that"
Orphies had been married a week
when people began to look for open
war; but If there vas any, the young
wife kept 1t to herself. To be sure,
life was not all sunshine, but she had
expected a few rainy days would creep
in. She had married Hector Hunter
in spite of the reputation he bore. She